Reed Morgan is just trying to live her simple life in a busy city when her childhood friend and director, Sawyer, lands her a job working along side Mads Mikkelsen, the Danish actor who she has had a crush on most of her life. It's not long before t...
BeesAndOtherAngels Really hope you guys like it. I wrote the first time, realized it was total crap and remade it. I sincerely think is pretty good. No modesty intended. Hehe.
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"Com'on Reed! You can run faster than that!" Mads shouts, quite a few steps ahead of me. I try to run faster but the grass at this point was deep and soft, and my feet sank into it. "You're gonna soak your self up!"
We were just leaving from a scene rehearsal (when Ana's brother finds out she's having an affair with her married teacher deep into the university's forest). Shocking. But the weather changed drastically in minutes.
"It's the bloody grass!" I shout. Even from far is evident Mads' puff. He runs to me and with a quick move puts me over his shoulder with my ass greeting the rain and the stone grey sky. I'm chuckling helplessly. "Highly unnecessary!"
"You run like a snail, Reed." And he kept the pace even with my weight on his shoulder and quickly we get under the nearest protection Sawyer found from the rain, the front protection of a shed. He puts me down on the floor once we're under it. "Aren't you guys going to open it?"
"It's locked." Josh whines shivering.
"Let's try to put it down or break the lock." Mads suggests. Sawyer tries to question but before he could open his mouth, Mads had already kicked the lock to break it. We look at him in disbelief. "Don't you make those faces, they won't miss it. Get in."
Mads like a gentleman let me get in first after Josh and Sawyer had already entered it. They turn on the little orange lamp on the top as white light also comes from two tiny windows. The place is as large for a shed but not thaat large also because is crowded with garden materials of all sorts and the smell of earth is really strong. I sit down on the floor by the window listening to the sound of the rain get louder and louder.
"Were you ever scared of the rain as a child?" Mads asks while he sits down by my side.
"No, I'm not the singing in the rain kind of girl, but no. However," I whisper, "Sawyer always chicked out when storms came. I covered him with a blanket and made him really bad tea. I felt like a doctor."
"Did I hear my name?" Sawyer asks from afar, seated awkwardly on a microscopic chair.
"No." Mads answers then turns to me again. "Well, It rains a lot in Denmark, if you'd like to know."
"Then I couldn't live there. I like my sunny days. Plus my dogs can't handle storms, they're a bunch of chickens even with their large size."
"You have dogs?"
"They've been with my parents since I moved to New York. I miss my them." I look at him with puppy eyes as if he could do something about it.
"Tell me about it, Will Graham." He says making me giggle. "I always imagined you as a cat person."
